You are without limit the greatest failure to grace these realms with
the potential exception of Tiazure. Your incompetence as a guild leader
is almost at par with your insolvent washout membership history. You
have disgusted the face of many guilds in your pursuit of diseased and
miserable happiness.

And now, you have dared to threaten me - and in this act you have
crawled your pathetic form into my sight. You have told me that you will
bring your entire guild behind you to kill me via a personal dispute. By
doing this you have become the focus of my hate and my fury. I will kill
you without stop - without mercy and without care of any reaction. You
will be killed in your home as you sleep, as you leisure and as you
hunt. I will destroy your very fabric of being from this realm. You are
a sickening virus - a disease that afflicts this realm. Your pathetic
attributes give me a distasteful sheen of malevolent hate that I will
bring upon you full bear.

I will not stop killing you. You may take this gesture of warning in
stride. You will be killed until you leave these realms. I have become
bitter in my age - and have no moral bounds. I do not care if you plea
or cry - scream or simply hide. I am going to destroy you.

In hate, your now adversary

Champion Aelastidru Nessaja

Penned by my hand on the 7th of Solis, in the year 497 AD.